Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Lettuce is my new favorite thing to eat. I crave it all the time. I don't know if it's the roughage, the wateriness, the almost entire lack of calories. Something.
I eat it under eggs. I eat it with grilled onions. I buy a salad and then buy more lettuce to add to my salad.
And I've been dreaming--for a week now, maybe two--about eating pizza on lettuce. (Not lettuce on pizza, as, I was told, is sometimes sold in restaurants like the California Pizza Kitchen.) But pizza on lettuce. A piece of pizza--pepperoni is my favorite these days--cut into bite-sized pieces and put on top of a bed of Romaine. Fresh, watery, piled high, topped with scattered pizza bites.
Oh man. Lettuce. LETTUCE.
I'm dreaming of lettuce tonight.